February 1999 - part 2

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This month's stories:

The Burrito by Jon
Tying Up Mom by DK
A Surprise Party by Gillian
Bratty Little Sister by Villan
Kidnapped by Karen Again by Doug
My Mom's Second Tie-Up by Dudalb
Complete Embarassment! by Marzena
Helping Teresa by Marshall
My Mom's Second Tie-Up part 2 by Dudalb
Going Camping by Kieren
Nice Encounter at the Mall by Villan

Fri Feb 12 12:51:58 PST 1999

THE BURRITO

This, actually, happened only last summer. I was 12. The victim this time (we've had lots of tie-up experiences before) was me, and the perpetrators were my older sister (Jenny) and her two friends (Mary and Jane). Here goes:

It was a nice California summer day, and I was out by the pool basking in the sun with my dog, Tom. Then my sister called out to me "Hey Jon, get in here, now!" Following my smart side, I went in to see what she wanted. When I got in, I saw a blanket layed out flat on the floor like a rug. I wasn't that suspicious of it, but then I was pushed from behind onto it. I was laying on my side, tending to my hurt arm when the end of the blanket came over my wounded arm. I was then rolled along the remainder of it, and the other end of the blanket was duct taped to the side. My sister and her friends had themselves a nice burrito.

Jon

Fri Feb 12 13:00:54 PST 1999

THE BURRITO- PT 2

I was laying on my stomach, with the blanket wrapped around my body tightly. I couldn't move anywhere. I heard the girls lughing wildly in the background. I yelled out, "What the f--- is going on?!" they walked over to me and looked down on me. Then Jane burst out laughing once again. I said "Shut your mouth." Sherry said, "why don't you shut yours?" and slapped a piece of duct tape over my mouth.

Jon

Sat Feb 13 13:14:12 Pacific Standard Time 1999

THE BURRITO PT 3

Still on my stomach, I tried to struggle out of the blanket. And by now it was pretty hot, considering the fact that it was a summer day. There was no one to deter my escape attempts, because the girls had gone into the family room to watch some TV or something. My attempts soon proved fruitless, and all I got out of it was some scratched up arms and an extremely sweaty forehead. I decided to work on the gag.
This duct tape was strong, probably the stuff my dad had in the garage. I tried opening my mouth, which didn't work, I tried scraping it off on the carpet, which as well didn't work, and I finally tried calling out to the girls. Mary came over, and Jenny joined her. I gave them "the sad faun look" (which I was extremely good at) and they debated over the issue of untying me. "I think we should keep him like this" said Jenny (after all, she's my big sis). "But why? he didn't do anything" said Mary. They argued a bit more, but I tuned them out and took a little rest. Finally, Jenny agreed and un duct-taped the blanket. I stretched and pulled the duct tape off. But then, Mary came at me with some nylon twine and tied my hands together. I guess I tuned that part out. I was then marched into the family room where Jane was waiting. They sat me down, and that's where I remained until my parents got back.

P.S. OOPS! I got the name Sherry mixed up with Mary in my last post! My mistake.

Jon

Fri Feb 12 21:20:28 PST 1999

Fun Story, PH! Needless to say it brought back memories to Jennifer of her babysitting adventure...
And I have got to say it. THANK GOD THE WHOLE MISERABLE IMPEACHMENT MESS IS OVER! Now hopefully the US can move on other things..
I should have the story of my Mom's second tie up up within a few days.

dudalb

Sat Feb 13 22:06:32 PST 1999

When I was 14, I had my friend Bob over to the house. We were "latchkey" kids, and my mom usually came home an hour or so after I did from school. This night was even later...there was an office party. Mom came home a little tipsy. Bob said she looked really good. She was a book keeper, and her office allowed women to wear slacks, but she had on a white blouse and blazer. Mom asked if we had gotten into mischief, and Bob replied we were playing a kidnapping game. He also asked if she wanted to play along. I think he sensed that in her slightly anebriated state she would agree. It took me a second to realize what he had in mind. She agreed, and he led her over to a straight back chair in the den. He helped her sit down and pulled her hands behind her. I saw him reach down and undo his shoe laces. He crossed Mom's hands behind her, and began looping his shoe lace around. Bob asked if I had any rope in the house. I ran immediately to the garage. We had about 100 feet of clothes line Mom hadn't put up, yet, and I brought that back inside. Bob had finished tying Mom's hands, and he had removed his other shoe lace already and was fastening her feet together with it. He grabbed the rope out of my hands and then asked me for a small washcloth and a scarf. I was shaking while I ran to get them. I got back as Bob finished tying off the rope. He had wrapped several loops around her upper body and then several just under her chest.

DK

Sat Feb 13 22:47:13 PST 1999

I guess I have to use my middle initial; there's another DK who writes... (Dec)
He asked Mom to open her mouth, and she obliged. He shoved the wadded up wash cloth in and secured it in place with a tight cleave gag using the scarf. Bob checked all the knots and then stood back. It was a masterpiece. "You're kidnapped." Bob smiled playfully.
Mom began to work on the ropes. It was then she realized how tight they were. I could see her struggle with them. The head of the house, the ever right and powerful, the MOM was bound and gagged. Helpless. It was kind of interesting to watch. I could hear the wooden chair creek as she struggled against the ropes. I could see the ropes stretch as she pulled them. Unfortunately for her, all she managed to do was tighten the knots.
We watched her for the better part of an hour. She mmmppphed and aaarrggghhhed, but no intelligible sounds came from her gagged mouth. She did, however, begin to sober up. And that was accompanied by the realization she was really tied up, something she liked less and less the more sober she became. We knew she wanted to be untied, but we pretended not to understand.
After an hour, I said we should untie her. I walked around to the back of the chair. She was twisting her wrists in an effort to loosen the ropes and feel for the knots. She did this without success. Bob's gaze was fixed on her upper body as she squirmed.

DBK

Sat Feb 13 22:58:23 PST 1999

My mom, part 3
I loosened the ropes around her body and the chair, taking a few minutes to do that. Next, I pretened to try to loosen her wrists and feet but left them tied. I pulled gently on the gag and said we'd have to cut them loose. Now free of the chair, I lifted her tied wrists up over the back of the chair. Her hands were still crossed, bound, resting near the small of her back. I motioned to the kitchen and she hopped along side me. I reached into the kitchen drawer for a steak knife, then proceeded to cut her bonds. First her feet, then her hands. Her gag was last. She began to yell, but we reminded her that she had AGREED to this. She did concur, but called Bob's mom anyway. Bob went home, remarking to me it was worth it. I thought so, too.

DBK

Wed Feb 17 01:51:44 UTC 1999

It's a long time since I posted anything here - mainly because I've just about run out of true stories, but also because I've been putting a lot of effort into writing fiction lately (see Mick Stupp's Female Escapologist Fantasy site at http://www.geocities/~mickstupp).

Recent discussion in an on-line chat session brought this story to mind and I was encouraged to post it (thanks MS). It's strictly slightly outside the remit of this page because of my age at the time, but equally doesn't really fit the college page (although I was a student at the time).

The location for these events is the flat I shared with my friend Janet during our last year at University and for a few years after that. It was also the location for my story of self-bondage gone wrong which I posted last year: "Tying Myself Up In Knots (Again)". That said, there is a little more disinformation than usual here, to prevent anyone from identifying the location or the participants with any degree of certainty. I have also had trouble remembering one or two details, so there is a small element of fictionalising to sustain the narrative. (In particular, the dialogue I present here is probably far more polished than it was in reality.) It's still a true story though...

A Surprise Party (Part 1)

For once, I can date a story precisely. This story unfolds on my 21st birthday, 22nd March 1975, which happened to fall on a Saturday.

I had not planned a party, although I had promised my flatmate Janet that we would go out for a drink together in the evening and possibly go to the cinema. I had other plans earlier in the day. I took a train up to London on my own quite early, with the intention of indulging myself in a little shopping spree (mainly books and music, but clothes were a possibility too). The shopping went as planned and, by lunchtime, I had a rucksack full of purchases. The day was cold but bright and I enjoyed a coffee-and-sandwich lunch outdoors on a bench in Soho Square while dipping into one of my new books. I had planned to take in a museum or an exhibition in the afternoon, but I decided I was too tired and footsore, so I made my way the few hundred yards to Tottenham Court Road tube station and thence to the main line station to get a train back to my university town.

I returned to my flat shortly before 4pm, at least two hours earlier than I (or Janet) had anticipated. The door opened directly into our living room and the first thing I saw was a big banner with "21 TODAY" on it. I was still wriggling out of my rucksack straps when Janet appeared out of the kitchen. She took one look at me and yelled, "Intruder!" Two other girls, mutual friends of ours, popped out of the kitchen behind her.

Janet rushed over to me, grabbed a scarf off one of the coat hooks on the back of the door and blindfolded me with it. "I'll come back later and pretend I didn't see anything," I ventured.

Gillian B

Wed Feb 17 01:53:24 UTC 1999

A Surprise Party (Part 2)

"No good," replied Janet. "We need to find a different surprise now." Janet instructed me to stay where I was and not to move. I agreed and heard Janet and the other two have a whispered conference on the far side of the room. Janet assumed an official tone when she returned to me, "You have stumbled across secrets prejudicial to the safety of the party. We, the Central Committee of the Birthday Party have concluded that you must be taken into protective custody until such time as our activities are public knowledge. Do you understand?" I nodded my assent, with a fair idea of what would follow and enjoying the impromptu game hugely.

Janet disappeared from the scene and the other two girls escorted me, still blindfolded, to the bathroom and stood guard outside the door. Janet yelled through the bathroom door to ask what I would like to wear to my birthday party. After some thought, I yelled back identifying one of my new purchases as my choice. Further shouting established my choice of other essentials and accessories. A few minutes later, I was allowed to open the door a fraction and a bundle of clothes were passed to me. I changed and generally freshened up then announced I was ready. I was instructed to replace my blindfold before opening the door.

Gillian B

Wed Feb 17 01:58:15 UTC 1999

A Surprise Party (Part 3)

My three captors escorted me to my bedroom, where I was guided to my desk chair and made to sit. My chair was a rather square upright wooden one with arms and an upholstered seat. My forearms were held down to the arms of the chair and I felt them being tied down very firmly but not painfully. My elbows were tied back to the side members of the chair back. Janet told me to sit back in the chair and I obediently shuffled back as far as I could. I felt myself being tied back into the chair by something round my waist. They finished the job by tying my legs back to the chair legs at the ankles and just below my knees. My bonds were firm, but had a little flexibility in them - I suspected that I had been tied with nylon stockings.

I heard Janet's voice again, "Now just sit still, keep quiet and be a good girl and nothing nasty will happen." I heard the door to my bedroom closing and I was left tied up and blindfolded, but not gagged. I struggled with my bonds for a few minutes, but failed completely either to find any slack or to reach any knots. I decided just to relax and wait it out - besides, I was rather enjoying the game.

Gillian B

Wed Feb 17 01:59:47 UTC 1999

A Surprise Party (Part 4)

I must have dozed off, because I remember being woken up by the sound of Janet's voice. "The guests will be here soon," she said, "and we don't want you giving away our little secret, do we?" As she spoke, she removed my blindfold. She then held a glass of water for me to drink. Once I had finished drinking, she produced a balled up handkerchief and, without saying anything, held it up in front of my face until I cottoned on and opened my mouth. Janet stuffed the handkerchief firmly into my mouth, then secured it by cleave-gagging me with a second one. "See you later," said Janet as she left my room and closed the door behind her. I was no longer blindfolded, so I could examine my predicament. As I had surmised, I was indeed tied up with old nylons. The selection used looked like the collection of laddered tights (pantyhose to you Americans) which I kept for wearing under trousers. Even able to see what I was doing, I could not find any way to get free.

As I sat and waited, I could hear guests arriving and party sounds beginning to emanate from the living room. Presumably, the party guests had been told that I was out and would arrive and be surprised at some point. I was beginning to get frustrated, not being able to join in my own party. About fifteen minutes after the first guests had arrived, my three captors came into my bedroom. With one behind and one either side the three of them picked up my chair, with me still tied to it, and still gagged, and carried it into the living room and plonked it down right in the middle of the room.

Gillian B

Wed Feb 17 02:00:35 UTC 1999

A Surprise Party (Part 5)

Once the initial wave of shock then laughter had died down, Janet explained that I had arrived home too early and as it was too late for the guests to surprise me, the least she could organise was for me to surprise the guests. She led them in a chorus of "Happy Birthday" and then ungagged me to give a speech in reply. Only after that was I untied.

Apart from slightly wobbly legs to begin with and red marks on my wrists, it was a perfectly ordinary (and rather enjoyable) party after that. Unfortunately, Janet is a few months older than me, so there was no opportunity to retaliate on her 21st.

Gillian B

Tue Feb 16 18:32:02 PST 1999

Good story as always, Gillian.
DBK;You stole my thunder! My next tale is about the 2nd time me and my pals tied up my Mom!Granted different circumstances--my Mom was sober and went into it eyes open as a challenge to excape--but nice story! Your feelings seeing your Mom tied and gagged were about the same as mine!Nice job on describing your Mom's mild state of intoxication--what my Mom called the Gigglies.
Your mind and body function normally, it's just that your inhibition mechnasisms are weak and everything not outright dangerous is funny!It also wears off quickly.No doubt realising she was bound and gagged for real helped the process along in your Mom's case.I hope you have other tales to tell. Fell free to email at this address with any comments you might have!
Canuck. Nice meeting you in Bob's chat room!

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 17 15:14:48 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Hello again folks. I thought I'd tell you another episode about my experiences with Dianne and Marlene. But first a big thank-you to Gloucester, who seemed to appreciate my last story on how Dianne was able to turn the tables on Marlene.

Anyway, the night after Dianne "borrowed" Marlene's birth certificate and bought booze, we went to the party. Our group of friends was the youngest there and the only ones under age. We also were by far the drunkest, as we basically tore right into all the booze we brought.

A few days later, Dianne, Liz and I were alone, sitting around watching television, when Marlene came home from work. She came into the living room, sat down, looked at Dianne and said that she had run into Willie's sister Brenda. She went on to tell us about how embarrassed she'd been when Brenda told her about how drunk and stupid Dianne had been. Brenda had also told her all about the night her and her friends tied up Dianne and Liz and how close they had become to being bound and gagged again that night.

Dianne just snickered, and made a reference to the fact that the last time she was able to get loose. Marlene told her that that wasn't the point she was trying to make, but Dianne laughed in her face. Dianne said that she really didn't care what Brenda thought, and if her and her stupid friends tried to tie her up again they'd be sorry. She went on to brag about how she managed to free her wrists, and rights should have allowed them to tie up Brenda and her friends.

Villan

Wed Feb 17 15:24:50 Eastern Standard Time 1999

The image of this was pressed deeply into my head, and has remained there since. The girls argued for awhile about how to handle drinking and the evils of alcohol. Dianne was acting as stubborn as she could possibly be, so Marlene left and went into her room.

I had promised my parents that I would run some errands for them, so I got up to leave telling them I'd be back later. Dianne walked me to the door, kissed me and said in a disgusted voice that her sister was acting like a total suck, and that she remembered many incidents when Marlene had been our age.

After dinner I walked back over. When I arrived, Kim and Marlene were sitting on the front porch sipping beer. I jokingly asked Marlene why she was partaking in the horrible pastime of beer drinking. Marlene just laughed and told me that when I grow up and learn how to drink properly she wouldn't have any problem with me having a few beers. We sat around and chatted for a couple of minutes, before I got up to go into the house. When I did, the two girls smirked at each other then told me they'd see me later.

I walked in the door and called Dianne, but there was no response. When I called a second time, I noticed that both Marlene and Kim had followed me inside. Both girls had a huge grin on their faces. When Kim asked me if everything was okay, I knew something was up. Marlene rubbed her hand across my cheek and told me that her and I could probably spend some really good quality time together, all because her little sister couldn't keep her big mouth shut.

She told me that Dianne told Kim about how she and Liz had tied her up and stole her ID. She continued to say that when Dianne bragged about how she was able to free herself one night, and untie Liz, Liz told her to shut up, then said that she would have been able to eventually get loose.

Villan

Wed Feb 17 15:25:43 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I kind of figured where this was going, and I really was excited to find out what happened. As the girls were explaining that they challenged each other to see who could free themselves faster, I was quickly walking down the hall towards Dianne's room. They weren't there, so I peeked into Marlene's. She pushed me inside, then walked in and shut the door behind her. She put her arms around me and said that Dianne would never know if we...

Before she could finish her sentence, I politely pushed her aside, and told her that I'd like to see where she was. Marlene rolled her eyes and told me to check the basement. I left her room and quickly walked down the hall towards the basement door. I opened it, turned on the light and ran down the stairs finding the most delicious site I ever saw. Liz, who was dressed in a pink halter-top and her patented cutoff shorts and Dianne, dressed in tight blue jeans, bare-feet and tank-top, were tied tightly to chairs, back to back. They were also gagged very convincingly.

Both girls were tied exactly the same. Their hands were tied together behind the back of the chairs. Several lengths of rope were strictly wrapped around their chest (just below their breasts) holding them tightly. Their legs were tied together at the knees and ankles and lashed to both the seat and leg brace. Their gags were constructed of a rolled up washcloth, two pieces of duct tape and an ace bandage that covered the bottom of their faces from just below their noses to just under their chins.

I could tell that they had been there for awhile as they both were really frustrated at their situation. They were both shaking their heads and attempting to mmpphh out instructions to me. I stood and watched the two of them try and lean forward and attempt to convince me to untie them.

Villan

Wed Feb 17 15:26:32 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Kim had followed me downstairs. She instructed me that they were to stay like that for at least another half-hour. She continued to say that tying them to chairs as well as the gags were her idea. She said that they'll never get out of that, and nobody would ever hear them.

Both girls were totally helpless and they looked upset. Their eyes were as wide as saucers, as they pushed their gagged faces towards me and attempted to plead for their release. Marlene told me to leave them alone for awhile because they needed to be taught a lesson. Kim gently took hold of my arm and guided me towards the stairs.

The three of us slowly walked back upstairs watching the two girls fight their bonds and moan through their gags. We got upstairs and Kim shut the door. She joked and said that she didn't know why they seemed so upset, because they both asked to be tied like that.

I was really excited and Marlene kept touching me and remarking how I must be in seventh heaven. She explained to Kim that I was her favorite little pervert and that I had a bondage fetish. They were making fun of me as Marlene explained how excited I got when she was tied up, and we were alone together. She also remarked about how I appeared really nervous and how something was definitely up and aroused.

They were both sitting next to me, stroking my shoulders, arms and legs, teasing me about how excited I was, when I stood up. I told them that I was going to let them go and they followed me down the stairs trying to convince me not to.

Neither girl was any closer to freeing herself. I pulled the elasticized cloth off Dianne's mouth and as I yanked off the tape she attempted to squeal. I then pulled the blue washcloth from her mouth. She was really angry as she commanded that I untie her. As I did, I couldn't help but watch Liz struggle and moan helplessly.

Me watching her just made Dianne madder, especially with Marlene and Kim making sarcastic comments on how I was

Villan

Wed Feb 17 15:27:16 Eastern Standard Time 1999

For the rest of the night Dianne would barely speak to anybody, especially me. She was mad at Marlene and Kim for leaving her for close to two hours, and at me for practically drooling all over Liz in her helpless state. I figured it was pointless talking to her so when Kim was ready to leave, I asked her to drive me home.

Unfortunately, Dianne broke up with me the next day, ending a pretty good physical relationship. The news didn't go over to well with me, because I had stayed faithful to her, despite all of Marlene's advances. It also ruined a good friendship between her brother and I.

Anyway, people must move on, and I did. However there has been a few more experiences, some even better than those with Dianne. So, please stay tuned and I'll try and post them later.

Villan

Wed Feb 17 19:32:09 GMT Standard Time 1999

Gillian B: Your fiction writing is VERY much appreciated.
(Stop by my site for stories by G. and others - new readers and contributors always welcome.)

Mick Stupp
www.geocities.com/~mickstupp
mickstupp@hotmail.com

Thu Feb 18 02:33:18 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Villan! Great story, and so were your previous stories as well! Keep up the good work!

PH

Thu Feb 18 01:39:07 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(1 of 11)
In the summer of 1976, when I was eleven years old, I spent three weeks with my cousins at my Aunt Jean's house. My cousins--Donna (12) and Shirley (10)--played a series of bondage games between themselves and the neighboring kids: Becca (13) and her brother Jim (11), as well as Karen (12). On Saturday night after the second week of my stay, we were all in for a surprise when my older cousin Keith (15) and his friend Peter sprung "Night Of The Living Bondage Game" on us (see my previous post, in the January archive). Afterwards, Karen stayed over at my Aunt's house that night, and she huddled down with Donna to discuss the details of the next bondage game, where Karen would be the captor again. They decided that it would take place no sooner than Monday. When I was asked if I would mind being Karen's captive once more, I quickly said no--I meant: no, I didn't mind at all!
I awoke on Monday morning to the chatter of my cousins in the kitchen outside. After changing out of my "pjs" and into a pair of shorts, I left the bedroom and saw that Keith was still asleep, while Donna, Shirley and George were just sitting down in the kitchen for a breakfast of cold cereal. I promptly joined them. My Aunt Jean stumbled into the kitchen long enough to make sure we weren't starving--then she turned around and stumbled back to bed.
Taking this as a sign, Donna got up and made a quick phone call. I knew this was to give Karen the "all clear" signal, but I had no idea exactly when or how the bondage game would begin. I didn't ask any questions, I went about the mundane task of eating my breakfast while trying to ignore the sudden anticipation and eagerness I felt.

Doug
***
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Feb 18 01:46:17 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(2 of 11)
We finished breakfast and cleared the table. Donna did the dishes while Shirley dried. George stared out the patio doors, as if anxiously looking for Karen. I stood with my back facing the side door by the basement steps. You could imagine how shocked I was when I suddenly felt something being poked into my bare back.
"Be quiet," I heard someone whisper into my ear. "Come with me."
Raising my hands, I saw Karen standing behind me with a big smile on her face. She wore jeans with a blouse and was barefoot--which was no doubt why I never heard her come up from behind me. To see how far she had come, read my post in the Dec '98 archive, where Karen was so shy she had to beckon Donna and I over to her before she could "kidnap" us. So this was a bold new tactic for her, indeed!
Although Karen tried to sneak me out through the side door, she was foiled when my cousins obviously noticed what was happening.
"What are you doing?" Donna asked, in her best shocked manner. She stepped away from the sink. "What do you what?"
Karen nudged me with the toy gun. "I want him. Don't try to stop me, or you'll regret it!"
Donna, Shirley and George all looked at each other. Then, with a shrug, Donna glanced back at Karen and said, "Ok. You can have him. He's overstayed his welcome, anyway."
Now it was my turn to act shocked. "Thanks Donna!" I said sarcastically as my cousins burst into laughter. "I'll remember this the next time you need me to untie you...."
I was then escorted by Karen over to her house.

Doug

Thu Feb 18 01:51:22 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(3 of 11)
We entered through the front door, and Karen directed me towards the guest room, where I saw she had been very busy. The bed, which had a plain, single-sized mattress, was set up for me. The blankets and bedsheets had been pulled away to reveal a long cord of clothesline rope, which laid like a lazy river on the bedspread. The opposite end of this rope ran off the foot of the bed and underneath it, secured to the frame which supported the box spring.
On a chair, I saw a pair of plastic toy handcuffs, more clothesline rope, some thick cloth strips, and a roll of duct tape.
Karen picked up the twin strips of thick cloth and wrapped them separately around each of my wrists. "My parents aren't exactly rich, you know," I said in my best melodramatic fashion. "You won't get much for me in ransom."
"What makes you think I want a ransom?" she said deviously. She pulled the pillows away, and told me to lay down on the bed on my stomach. When I did this, she used the toy handcuffs to secure my wrists around one of the wooden spokes in the headboard.
Karen then crossed my feet over one another, and tied them together at the ankles. She pulled gently on my bound ankles to make sure I was stretched out as far as I would go on the bed. She even asked me if I were comfortable, and I said yes. Then Karen took the length of rope which was tied to the bedframe and wrapped its opposite end around my bound ankles. Once she knotted this off, I was tied to the bed at my wrists and ankles.
Karen let out a deep sigh of relief as she slowly walked around the bed like a predator savoring her catch. "You're not going anywhere," she finally said, sounding satisfied.

Doug

Thu Feb 18 01:57:29 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(4 of 11)
I had to admit, she was right about that. All I could do was peer helplessly over my bare shoulder at Karen as she sat down next to me on the bed. "You might as well settle in, Doug," she said. "Because you're gonna be here for a while."
Karen got up and briefly tickled my bare feet. This was a bondage game tradition we had Becca to thank for. After giving me one last glance over her shoulder, Karen shut the door behind her, leaving me alone in the room. Another bondage game tradition was for a captive to test his bonds once he was tied up, in order to see how tightly he was bound, and if there was any chance of escape. But I didn't even bother doing this.
I gazed at the handcuffs which bound my wrists to the headboard in front of me. Ironically, they were the same type of plastic toy cuffs which Becca used on me at her house during a recent bondage game. At that time, Karen, while living out some kind of Nancy Drew fantasy, had been able to free me with a spare handcuff key that no doubt came from this very pair. I now hoped that she kept her cuff keys in a secure place--like the pocket of her jeans.
Although I was enjoying myself immensely, there was really very little I could do but just lay there. I was very securely bound. The rap sessions Karen had with Donna when she stayed over at my Aunt Jean's apparently worked, because Karen had seen to it that there would be no escape attempts for me this time! I laid my head down sideways and stared at the wall, trying to figure out what dastardly reason would Karen have for "abducting" me. After all, this would be what a real kidnap victim be thinking about right now, right?

Doug

Thu Feb 18 02:03:09 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(5 of 11)
After a good twenty minutes or so (it was hard to tell, because there was no clock in the room)Karen returned. Still barefoot, she had exchanged her jeans and blouse for a pair of shorts and a tank top. When she checked the knots binding my ankles to the foot of the bed, Karen absently placed one hand on my right calf. Satisfied that my ankle bonds were secure, Karen then came up and knelt down on the mattress next to me so she could check the handcuffs. When she did this, she deliberately placed a hand on my back. "The cuffs aren't cutting into you?" she asked.
I shook my head "no". The cloth she wrapped around my wrists prior to cuffing me did their job. She still had her hand on my bare back, and when I wiggled my shoulders, she quickly pulled it away. Karen settled down on the bed next to me into a sitting position with one leg tucked underneath her.
Both of us flinched when we heard a sound out in the hallway. Karen's mother and father both worked full time jobs, so we knew we were alone in her house. Or were we? Grabbing her water pistol, Karen quickly ran over and hid behind the door.
I felt pretty vulnerable lying there, waiting for whoever--or whatever--had made that sound to enter the room. To my relief, I saw it was Donna. Barefoot, she wore a t-shirt over her bathing suit. When she saw me, her eyes went wide. She stuck her head back out of the doorway and frantically whispered, "He's in here."
Donna padded over to me, and gaped at the fact that my wrists were handcuffed to the headboard. Karen remained behind the door.

Doug

Thu Feb 18 02:08:02 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(6 of 11)
I wasn't surprised to see Shirley and George appear at the doorway, but I was stunned to see Becca standing there with them. Shirley and George had changed into T-shirts and shorts--while Becca, who was barefoot, also wore a shirt over her bathing suit like Donna did. I found out later that Becca had called the house asking if today would be a good day for her to "capture" me (read "Night Of The Living Bondage Game" to find out why), and when she heard that Karen had "captured" me instead, she came right over and joined in on the rescue party. When Becca, Shirley and George all saw me, their collective lower jaws literally dropped in shock.
You can imagine their further shock when Karen jumped out from behind the door and screamed, "DON'T MOVE!" Everybody who wasn't tied down like me must have jumped three feet in the air. Karen nervously waved her water pistol at everybody; she looked a little stunned herself--I'm not sure when was the last time a captor caught three captives all in one fell swoop like this (George was never tied up because of his youthful age).
Karen ordered her new captives to drop to the floor on their knees, and they did--except Becca, who knelt down before me on the bed and literally threw herself over me. "Oh Doug!" she cried melodramatically. "You poor thing! What has this fiend done to you?!"
This little bit of overacting drew disgusted moans and a chorus of "C'mon, Becca!" from everybody. But I have to admit, I really didn't mind. However, I quickly realized the method to Becca's madness when she stuffed a plastic handcuff key into my left hand. Once I held the key securely in my fist, Becca promptly dropped her act and got down on the floor with the others.

Doug

Thu Feb 18 02:14:29 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(7 of 11)
Karen wasted no time in tying the girls' hands behind their backs with rope while George stood holding the water pistol on everybody. After gagging each of her new captives with tape, Karen made Shirley take a seat in the wooden chair at the desk. Shirley's feet were bound together, then secured to her wrists bonds via a separate length of rope which ran from her ankles and up through the back of the chair. This caused Shirley's bare feet to be pulled under the seat.
While this little bondage session was underway, something occured to me: while Becca may have given me handcuff keys, I could not use them. The wooden headboard spoke that my wrists were cuffed to was so thick, I just didn't have enough slack on the cuffs for my hands to reach the locks. Keep in mind, if my feet weren't secured to the opposite end of the bed, I would have been able to pull myself closer to the headboard, and might have created enough slack to reach the handcuff locks--but this just wasn't the case. I could only lay there helplessly, with the frustrating knowledge that the handcuff key was in my hand, and there was nothing I could do about it.
After binding Shirley, Karen stared thoughtfully at Donna, then helped my bound cousin to her feet and escorted her out of the room. George kept watch on Becca, who was still kneeling on the carpet with her hands tied behind her back. As soon as Karen left the room with Donna, Becca got to her feet with a muffled grunt under her gag and came over to me. I saw she stared intently at my cuffed wrists, perhaps wondering why I haven't made my bid for freedom by now.

Doug

Thu Feb 18 02:20:52 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(8 of 11)
Just as I tried to figure how I could explain my situation to her, Becca carefully got onto the bed and slowly "walked" up to the headboard while on her knees. Gagged with duct tape and with her wrists bound behind her back, Becca was quite a sight to behold as she waddled along the mattress on her knees. George, who gave up all pretense of guarding us, was now laughing. Even Shirley joined in with her muffled giggles. Becca's eyes grew comically wide as she nearly lost her balance and fell over on me, but she quickly compensated and got back on track after giving me a little wink.
Just when I thought Becca had completely lost her marbles, I realized what she was up to once she reached the headboard. Becca fell down into a sitting position, with her back facing the headboard. Then, she started writhing and wiggling until she could reach my cuffed wrists with her bound hands. Craning her head over her shoulder, Becca reached for the handcuff key, which I held up for her.
Of course, Karen would choose this moment to return. She came to a dead stop at the door and regarded Becca with a mixture of horror and amazement.
For her part, Becca crossed her legs in front of her and casually rocked her feet back and forth while humming a merry little tune under her gag. Becca let out an anxious "uh oh!" under her gag when Karen--now grinning broadly--grabbed Becca by the collar of her shirt and pulled her off of the bed.
Karen made Becca lay down right on the floor--where, unfortunately, I could not see her. However, just as Karen pulled Becca's feet up and was about to bind them, the telephone rang. "Now what?" Karen muttered, as she ran out to answer the phone.

Doug

Thu Feb 18 02:31:23 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(9 of 11)
When she returned, Karen glumly said the bondage game was on hold because her caretaker was coming over. "But once she leaves we'll get right back into it," she reminded us. "So, even though I gotta untie you now, you're all still my captives!"
Since both of Karen's parents worked, they asked her elderly next door neighbor to check in on their only daughter from time to time. Our last bondage game at Karen's house was also cut short by this caregiver's untimely arrival. Karen tried to get around it this time by telling her caretaker she would spend the day over at my Aunt Jean's; in the hopes that this would prevent her from coming over--but since the old woman lived right next door, she noticed our activity within the house and called to make sure Karen was home.
Karen asked George to untie Shirley while she freed me. It was an easy matter for Karen to free me, but George was having some trouble getting Shirley loose. So Karen asked me to free Becca--until she remembered Donna was also still tied up. So, I was sent instead to free Donna while Karen struggled to untie Shirley (got that?).
I found Donna in Karen's room. She laid on Karen's bed with her wrists hog-tied to her ankles. The funny thing was, Karen's bed sheets were all neatly made up, and she had a row of little stuffed animals in front of her pillows. The sight of Donna lying bound and gagged under the cheerful gaze of these stuffed critters was too much to resist (to this day, I wish I had a picture of this). So I picked up a stuffed crocodile and made growling sounds as I moved it closer to her. For her part, Donna stared at the crocodile--and me-- with wide, anxious eyes. I put the croc away and untied her. Once freed, Donna picked up a pillow and struck me with it. We were even.

Doug

Thu Feb 18 02:37:43 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(10 of 11)
Putting Karen's bed back together as best we could, Donna and I rejoined everybody in the guest room. Karen was now untying Becca's hands while Shirley was bent over in the chair untying her ankles. George merely stood around looking very content and happy. He looked just like I felt.
Karen's caretaker soon came over. This sweet old woman stayed for about half an hour and wound up making lunch for all of us. We listened respectfully--but with private amusement--to her concerned lecture about the evils of going barefoot, and how we should never do this, since our parents went through the expense of buying us shoes. I got a special lecture from her about how it wasn't "gentlemanly" for a nice young man like myself to go shirtless. We all politely nodded our heads and pretended to agree with her like a bunch of angelic suburban cherubs.
Then, once she was gone, we dove right back into our bondage game.
Karen had the bright idea to bind our ankles while we all sat at the kitchen table. Our hands would be left free so we could finish the remnants of our lunch and drinks--but Karen just wanted to tie our ankles to prevent, in her words, "anybody from bolting."
Since we were her willing captives, we simply shrugged and offered our feet to be tied when she came around to each of us. Like everyone else, my ankles were snugly bound together with clotheslines rope in a criss-cross fashion. Once all of her captives' feet were securely bound, Karen sat down to enjoy the rest of her lunch--
--until her caretaker strolled into the kitchen once more. The old darling had brought over chocolate chip cookies for all of us.

Doug

Thu Feb 18 02:43:43 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(11 of 11)
I remember Donna, Shirley, Becca and myself freezing upon hearing the old woman re-enter the kitchen. George's eyes were so wide I thought they would fall out. And Karen looked as if she was going to have a heart attack. While the rest of us continued to stare in numb shock, Becca--after an initial giggle that she quickly stifled--resumed eating as if nothing was wrong. As Karen quickly got up to help her caretaker set out the cookies, I had noticed that those of us with bound ankles kept their legs firmly under the table.
At least until Becca--with a mischievous glint in her eye--said, "Oh, Karen, do you need any help?"
Karen stared at Becca as if she'd just grown a horn on her forehead, then frantically shook her head.
"Are you sure?" Becca asked. And, so help me, Becca actually swung sideways in her seat--as if to get up--and deliberately exposed her bound ankles. Poor Karen actually went pale at this.
But Karen's caretaker said she would leave the cookies on the counter so we could help ourselves after lunch. Karen glared at Becca as she added, "Yeah, so stay where you are!"
"Very well, then," Becca said as she swung her tied legs back under the table.
After reminding us that, if we needed anything, to just give her a call, Karen's caretaker left us with a cheery "Have fun!"
Oh yes, we had fun that day. The bondage game continued in force right after that, with Karen getting some sweet revenge on Becca. However, that's going to have to be detailed in my next posting, since this one's already running long. As always, thanks for reading.

Doug
***
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Feb 18 02:49:35 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

And there you have it. I just want to thank PH, Mason, DBK and Villan for their great stories. And Gillian B! Good to see you back here again! I read your story on the Escapologist page and really enjoyed it. Dudalb, I'm always looking forward to reading your next tale.

Doug
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Feb 18 08:05:09 UTC 1999

Lots of great new stories! Villan, Doug, DBK and too many other names to mention. Thank you folks.

Gillian B

Thu Feb 18 14:47:48 EST 1999

The page is back up and running!!!! Please send me any poctures of males or females tied up to: storiesbondage@hotmail.com

The site can't exist without you, and please sign the guestbook with your stories:)

http://rivendell.fortunecity.com/curse/66
Storiesbondage@hotmail.com

FANTASTIC story Doug! I don't know how you remember all this. But it's great! Gillian, glad to have you back. And good story on your part too Villan.

Good job these last few days guys.

WHSRocket
WHSRocket@aol.com

Thu Feb 18 18:14:35 PST 1999

MY MOM'S SECOND TIEUP

A couple of weeks after my Mom’s great escape (the story is in the June archives), Sean and I got ambitious. We decided to see if we could bag both my mom and Sean’s mom at the same time. Steffi was also in on the project. She was sorry she had missed my Mom’s escape and was fascinated by the idea of tying up one’s parent
. Sean had other motives.
Both his mom and my mom had escaped from our tie-ups. We had devised a tie up we thought could hold them for the hour limit. I also was curious about how it would feel to tie up my mom. Remember that in my mom’s great escape Sean and His older sister, Meg had made me a victim along with my mom. I wanted to know what it would be like to be in control of my all-powerful mom, even if for just a little while.
Sean’s mom—I am going to call her Emma because she did have a striking resemblance to Emma Thompson (although this was years before Ms. Thompson became well known)-- would be no problem. She was always an easy and willing captive in our games if she was not busy. Emma was a little bit of a free spirit although quite responsible as a parent.. My own mom was more middle class but had a streak of fun in her. My mom had some resemblance to the actress who played the mom in the first two “Home Alone” films. Both were in their mid thirties. Our two moms were close friends.
We thought about some kind of scam but decided my mom was far too smart to fall for a con twice. Our best chance lay in an open challenge.

dudalb

Thu Feb 18 18:53:01 PST 1999

One day-it was the final week before school started-Mom; Emma, Sean, Steffi, and I were sitting around the pool talking. Sean decided to be fairly direct. He just told my Mom that he and I had thought of a new way of tying and gagging her so she couldn’t get free. (My Mom was not above teasing Sean about her escape.)
Mom then gave Sean and me a look and said, “Is that a Dare”?
Emma then said “I would kind of like to see you do your Houdini act, Moira.”
“I’ll think about it”, Mom said. (We decided not to mention the plan was for Emma to join mom as a Mom –in-distress).
I motioned Sean to cool it; to press too hard too early would ruin everything. Sean got the message.
About an hour later we had changed into our regular clothes and my mom and Emma came down together. They were both dressed about the same: slacks and blouses; Mom’s was white, Emma’s blue. Emma had on her always-present large wire frame glasses. Emma had horrible uncorrected eyesight, which might have accounted for one of her peculiarities. She seemed to actually have fun being bound and gagged by us kids in our games, but she was terrified by the idea of being blindfolded. One time at a party she tried to let herself be blindfolded to take a whack at a piñata but just couldn’t hack it.
Mom looked at us, knew what were mentally asking, and said, “I think I’ll take you two up on your dare.” I could feel that Mom was in one of her playful moods.
Sean said it would take a few minutes for him to get some stuff together and then went out. I went into the garage and gathered some rope. I probably had enough there to tie up mom but we would need Sean’s stuff to bind both of them at once—the main point of the exercise. Steffi watched fascinated. To her to tie up a mother was an ultimate act of rebellion.

dudalb

Thu Feb 18 18:55:46 PST 1999

Sean returned with his tie up materials and the contest begun—although Mom did not know it was to be a double feature. Mom was wearing slacks and a white blouse. “Ready?”
I asked her. “OK” mom said.”Give it you best shot!”
Mom stood in the middle of the living room with her arms at her sides, and did not resist when I took a piece of cord, pulled her hands behind her, crossed them and tied them together. I felt strange tying Mom’s hands. I wanted to tie her tightly, but I did not want to hurt her. So I took my time trying to make the knots as tight as possible without cutting her skin or her circulation. When I finished Sean came over to check my work, and he nodded his approval.
Sean then took a piece of rope. Mom thought he would use it on her, but instead walked over to Emma was sitting watching and politely asked her to stand up. “We want to make it a double challenge, Mom”, he said.
Emma stood up. “Should we, Moira?”
My Mom looked surprised and then giggled and said “If you want to keep me company in captivity, that’s fine with me but I’ve got a feeling we won’t be saying much to each other before long.” Mom then glanced toward a pile of scarves obviously meant for gagging. Emma nodded “OK, Sean, I’m in” and put her hands behind her Sean then tied his Mom’s wrists tightly together.

dudalb

Thu Feb 18 18:58:11 PST 1999

Now both our moms were standing before us with their hands tied behind them. The sight fascinated Steffi. I then took a length of rope and begun the second part of our tie up. I wound the rope a couple of times around my Mom’s waist and then wound the rope around her already tied hands and tied it securely off, fastening her hands in the small of her back. She could not lift them away from her back. Sean did the same with his mom. All this time they were chatting about a project for our school they were active in. The bizarreness of our moms talking about a school project while their kids were tying them up with gags next on the agenda did not occur to me until later.
I picked up a handkerchief and scarf and walked toward my Mom. I said ”You talk too much, Mom!”—our standard comment when we were about to gag somebody. “Good bye Emma, it was nice knowing you!” my Mom said and then opened her mouth. I put the handkerchief in and gagged it in place with the scarf used as a cleave gag. I pulled it fairly tight but not enough to hurt my Mom. She looked just like a character on TV, with the scarf between her lips and the corners of her mouth pulled back a little. Sean then cleave gagged his mom in the same way. Steffi was totally absorbed in watching us bind and gag our moms. We then sat our Moms down on the couch and proceeded to tying up their legs.
I tied my Mom’s ankles together and then tied her legs together us below the knees.
Sean tied Emma’s ankles and legs the same way. Suddenly My mom looked at me and begun mmphing loudly. Obviously she wanted to say something. I ungagged her. “This is going to sound silly”, Mom said, “but I just remembered I have to make a phone call. Sorry to spoil the game.”

dudalb

Thu Feb 18 18:59:09 PST 1999

I began to untie her ankles, disappointed. Sean looked more disappointed. He had a crush on my mom—not an unusual occurrence with 14-year-old boy when he found a friend’s mom attractive.. It evened out for I had a crush on Emma. We knew that we found each other’s mom ‘Nice Looking”
Then Mom said, “Wait. I just have to confirm a sales appointment for tomorrow. Bring the Phone over here, hold it up, and I think I can take care of it.” In retrospect most people would have thought this weird but Mom hated to disappoint us kids. So I brought the phone over looked up and dialed the number, held the phone up to Mom’s mouth, and she was done in less then a minute. She then said ‘Ok, gag me,” and in a minute she was cleave gagged exactly as before. Emma was laughing through her gag as the whole thing.

Now came the creative part. I took a scarf and tied it around my Mom already tied hands so that the scarf covered the ropes, making it hard for Mom or Emma to get at the knots on the ropes binding her hands. Sean and his sister Meg had done this to me when my Mom and I were both tied up a couple of weeks before. Sean did the same to Emma’s hands.We were both careful to knot the scarves where prying fingers would find it hard to untie.

dudalb

Thu Feb 18 19:00:45 PST 1999

Now I took my Mom and turned her around while Sean scooted his mom around. We put them so they were back to back. I took a piece of rope and tied my Moms left elbow to Emma’s right elbow. Sean did the same to our moms other elbows. Now Steffi helped out. She used a long piece of clothesline borrowed from outside to tie our Mom’s upper bodies firmly together just under their bustline. We asked Steffi to do this portion of the tie up to avoid any accidental groping that would get us in trouble. Steffi was a very apt pupil in matters of tying up and would do as good as job by now as we could. Steffi then used a second lenght of clothesline to tie our Moms together in the midriff,below the other rope.
For the final touch a long ace bandage was wound around my Mom’s hands then brought over and wrapped around Emma’s hands and then securely tied off, making it very hard for them to untie each others hands with the bandage, then several layers of scarf, to get through before the actual ropes binding their hands could be got at. Their tightly bound ankles and legs and the ropes binding their bodies together would make any hopping or movement difficult.

dudalb

Thu Feb 18 19:06:51 PST 1999

Steffi, Sean, and I looked in fascination at Moira, my Mom, and Emma, Sean’s Mom sitting on the couch tightly bound and gagged. I felt very weird at seeing MOM, the supreme human power in my world ,the layer down of the law,the Big Boss as a helpless tied and gagged captive –and a sense of power that at least temporarily I, the Kid, was in charge. This was a total revolution, a total reversal of power. And it felt Cool! I loved my mom as much an any one can love his mom but still to have her as my prisoner for at least a little while was fun!I did not feel quite the same emotion during my Mom’s previous escape because then I was in the same situation-bound and gagged-as she was. I also stared at Emma with different motives.Seeing her tied and gagged was also fun in a totally different and testosterone charged way. Sean was looking at my mom in the same way.We both accepted the fact that we had a crush on each other’s mom.
Steffi was surprised that parents would agree to play such a game with their kids. She whispered to me “Could you and Sean help me to tie up my Mother, please?” I nodded. But that is another story.
After a few minutes staring at our moms I said, “OK, Let’s see you guys gets out of this one!You’ve got one hour.” Sean and I felt sure we had won this one.

Had Sean and I won? Were our two moms bound and gagged beyond escape.? Could Mom do a Houdini for a second time?
TO BE CONTINUED.

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Fri Feb 19 16:41:10 EST 1999

I enjoy the stories here, and Dudlb, your stories are great...but one thing I can't figure out. As much as I enjoy tying and being tied, I could NEVER tie up my own mother. For me, bondage is erotic, and I felt that way even as a child. Interestingly, I have met others who have read your stories and have the same reaction as I do...tying up a beautiful woman or girlfriend....maybe even a guy friend is fun....but tying up your own mother? Ew!

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Fri Feb 19 16:39:38 EST 1999

Keith,

At that age it isn't sexual. It is about power transfer. I've attempted to tie my mother but never succeeded. I wasn't attracted to her, but I wanted to know what it was like to feel in charge. I think it's part of the early struggle for equality with your parents.

Have you ever tied up a baby sitter? I did and posted the story. Actually it was her idea. At the time, it was about power/responsibility transfer. I couldn't get her untied and she wasn't comfortable with me using the scissors, so for three hours, I was responsible for her instead of the other way around. It was a very heady thing for me. Later, I figured out that she had feelings for me, which was why she always wanted me to tie her up. Too bad we both moved and lost touch before I figured it all out.

You've got to look at this from the perspective of a child to understand it.

Charlie B
http://forums.delphi.com/m/main.asp?sigdir=tieupgames
charlieb52@hotmail.com

Fri Feb 19 20:19:33 CST 1999

Well, I figured that I'd take a moment to thank everyone who makes this website possible. As far as I know, there's no other site like it on the net. Once again, thanks to everybody.

Dorren

Fri Feb 19 18:24:36 PST 1999

Charlie B. You are right on the money about my feelings in tying up my mom--it was about a temporary transfer of power.>
Keith: I think we have discussed the idea of differeent kinds of bondage before.I strongly feel that there are two kinds, Sexual and non sexual and it is possible to enjoy them both at the same time.I freely admit my pleasure at watching Emma bound and gagged probably was erotic in nature. I was a normal 14 year old kid with the testosterone just starting to rage! And I know Sean had simliar feeling at the sight of my mom Oddly enough I never tied up a babysitter while being babysat but i think with many kids the fun of tying up a babysitter combines the two if the kids are old enough.
The conclusion of the story should be up next week.You will have to wait for a while, although nowhere nearly as long as George Lucas has kept us waiting for the next installment of Star Wars!(Come to think of it I saw "Jedi" with my Mom, Steffi, and some of the other people in my tales..)

dudalb

Fri Feb 19 18:45:09 PST 1999

Forgotten Item, I will be in Bob' chatrrom tomorrow,Saturday, at Ten o Clock GMT, FIve O Clock EST, Two O clock Pacific time. There is a link to Bob's from Canuck's main page.I think I will bring up the topic of Grownup involvement with kids games. Hope to see some of you there! caution: In going into the Chatrrom, Internet Explorer seems to work better then Netscape. The parachat program can be quirky...

dudalb

Sat Feb 20 09:16:15 EST 1999

I appreciate the comments that were made regarding power transfer...I was asked by one writer to look at it from the perspective of a child. I must respond to that.

First of all, I never tied a babysitter up. My fantasies were strictly about MY being tied up. But even at age six, for whatever reason, I got turned on sexually by the thought of someone tying me up. At the time I never knew WHY I had those sexual feelings. I just had them.

Also, you might say that I was always a gentle child...and as an adult I am still gentle, even when I tie someone up! But as a child, I never wanted to tie anyone up because I never wanted to hurt anyone...even though in my twisted child's logic....being tied up myself wasn't painful at all...it was pleasurable.

My point is that...for me, as a child, even before I knew the facts of life, being tied up and gagged was erotic for me, even then. That is why I believe that our sexual tastes are in our genes. They certainly were in my case. So the thought of tying my mom up is something I could never have considered.

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Sat Feb 20 13:25:28 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1999

Keith,

I guess it's safe to say that we don't think alike. The only thing that excited me about tieing up when I was younger was the transfer of resonsibility.

Even after the games became sexual, what I enjoyed most was feeding and caring for someone who, for a little while, had transferred the responsibilty for caring for herself to me.

When someone let me tie them, it told me that they trusted me competely. Yes, that gets me aroused, but the man gets aroused from feelings of acceptance.

What's nice about this page is that most that visit here enjoy the stories in their own way regardless of how they experience them and process them internally. What's really nice about this page is that most people are courteous enough not to challenge other's internal processes when they aren't similar to their own.

By the way Keith, I may be wrong, but are those post attacking someone else who is following all of the guidelines of this page your first post to this board?

Sat Feb 20 13:39:26 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1999

The post ahead of this responding to Keith is mine. I apologize for failing to fill in the identifiying information.

Charlie B
http://forums.delphi.com/m/main.asp?sigdir=tieupgames
charlieb52@hotmail.com

Sat Feb 20 09:55:03 Mexico Standard Time 1999

Hi! I am finally posting again! Sorry, but I have had such trouble with my computer that I have not been able to get here since December. In the first part of the January posting, I think I started with a story, but I am not sure. I will start from scratch again.

First, I will tell you a little about myself:

My name is not really Marzena (for all you Australian folk, g'day mate! I am fascinated with Australia and the accent of the country. I bet a bunch of you might know who Marzena Godecki is, from Ocean Girl? I loved that show when it was playing in the USA, so my nickname is Marzena now.
Anybody for a USA e-mail pal?), my name is Melanie. I am from Pompey, New York. Really, it is pretty nice here, but I go to the smallest school in the state of New York. I am in eighth grade, but I take 5 nineth grade classes! My interests are singing, Irish dancing, Michael Flately, playing 13 instruments, the internet. My passion is clean bondage. I really don't care if I am gagged, but I have to be blindfolded. I will tell you the story in the next entry. I don't want my text to go over the limit...

MARZENA
http://www.freeyellow.com/members4/cumulonimbus/W.htm
marzena@hotbot.com

Sat Feb 20 10:07:49 Mexico Standard Time 1999

Hi! HERE WE GO AT LAST!
Part 1: COMPLETE EMBARRASSMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have a cousin that always loved to play tie up games. Her name was Jaime. She was awesome when it came to finding different kinds of ideas to use as plots to a story. Our tie up games always had a story to go with them. We didn't just play the game where you see if you can escape. Don't get me wrong, that game is just as great, but since we came up with a different story every time very easily, we did so.
Jaime had come over one day in the summer and she was going to stay overnight, then come with us to a place called GREAT ESCAPE in Lake George, NY. Anyone that has gone there knows that it is one of the best places to go in the Northern USA, except for Marineland, of course, when you go on the fastest and biggest roller coaster in the world.
Conveniently, for Jaime anyway, my crush lived next door to me. They were good friends, but I hadn't confronted him more than about three times. I told her that I would like her to introduce me sometime in school. She introduced me alright, she embarrassed me at the same time!
Before she came over, she had called my crush, Jason, and asked him to come over while she was there, she wanted to formally introduce me to him. He said sure, as long as my parents didn't mind.
When she did, we ran upstairs and started playing our tie up games. You know what is best about my parents? They don't mind! They tell me as long as they are in the house, I can do these games. Neither does my aunt, as long as we don't get too carried away.
So, Jason came over just about a half an hour after she arrived, then we did finally get introduced. He was very friendly, and very much a comedian.
"So, you like tie up games?" He asked.
I looked at Jaime and I bet I was brick red! I had never told any of my friends my passion because I knew they didn't have the same passion as me. Can you believe how embarrassed I was?

Marzena
http://www.freeyellow.com/members4/cumulonimbus/W.htm
marzena@hotbot.com

Sat Feb 20 10:29:20 Mexico Standard Time 1999

Part 2: COMPLETE ASTOUNDMENT!!!!!!!!!!

Before I go on, a HUGE correction from my last posts. You see, I am still learning a bit of English and what I meant to say is that I was in eighth grade when this happened. SORRY!!!!!
Anyway, I will go on.
"I have always liked comic strips with tied up victims, but I haven't ever tied up someone before. Hey, it might be fun! Can I join you?"
I almost fainted. I couldn't believe his response! No wonder I liked him so much.
"Sure you can. Got any ideas?" I asked Jaime.
"Why don't we make this a regular old kidnapping scene. How about we pretend that I am the villian, Melanie can be the victim, and Jason can be the hero?"
"Sounds great to me! Let's get started." Jason replied.
We usually just play everything by ear. Jason went into one of the bedrooms and stayed there for a while. In another bedroom, Jaime tied me up rather traditional-like. She tied my hands behind my back, tied my knees and feet together, and gagged and blindfolded me. My parents' one rule was no hogtying. They thought that was going a little too far, and every once in a while I have trouble with my back, and the arch for a long time wouldn't be the best treatment for it. Geez, if that was the only restriction, I was pretty happy!
After, Jaime wrote a small ransom note to Jason, who was supposed to be a close friend (obviously she was trying to get us together, Jaime loved to put people together.), and slipped it under the door to the room he was in. He read it. It read:

Jason:
If ever you want to see Melanie again, it would be advised if you come here alone. Be here in two hours, or it is finished for her!

Yours truly,
-The kidnapper

FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE NEXT POSTING!!!!! IT IS EXCITING, YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS IT!!!

Marzena
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Sat Feb 20 10:55:07 Mexico Standard Time 1999

Part 3: YET ANOTHER SURPRISE!

Jason waited for a few minutes, then slowly walked to our bedroom door. He knocked. Jaime had been hiding around a humidifier we had in the hall and then ran up to him and pinned his hands behind his back. She tied them.
"Hey, aren't I supposed to help Mel?" Jason asked, stepping out of fantasy world.
"Yeah, after you get out yourself!" Jaime laughed. She opened the door. "WALK!"
He walked into the room. She told him to sit in the desk chair next to the fold up chair I was tied to. He was tied up like I was. He had never been tied up before, so it must have been a new feeling for him.
"Let's see a superman now! I will be back in a hour, then you will be killed if I do not have the ransom I will send to your parents." She left and closed the door behind her.
We were blindfolded and gagged, but we easily could get the blindfold and gag off by rubbing our heads against the edge of the desk. She must have done this for a reason I am sure now is very obvious.
"Can you loosen the rope around your wrist?" I asked.
"No, not at all. I'm stuck. What about you?"
I replied, "The good thing is I am very good at sneaking out of rope." I said.
"GREAT, because I obviously am not."
It didn't take me that long to get out. About 25 minutes was all that was needed to squirm out of everything. Really, even for me, that is pretty fast. I don't think that Jaime tied me up as tight as she usually did on purpose.
The first surprise was that really, I ended up saving Jason instead of Jason saving me, or so I thought.
Jaime had tied Jason pretty tight. No wonder he had a hard time.
"I don't think even I could get out of this one. No kidding! I can't get this knot out."
He obviously was getting well into this when he said in an overly caring voice, "Mel, don't worry about me, just leave while you can!"
"You really are getting into this aren't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, especially when I am the one

Marzena
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Sat Feb 20 11:45:32 Mexico Standard Time 1999

Sorry! I learned first hand about the 2000 character rule.

"Yeah, especially when I am the one who is saved. This is fun!" Jason replied.
"So, you will stick around for another game?"
"Sure! How long has it been?" he asked.
"Thirty-five minutes."
"Uh oh. If you are going to save me, you better hurry."
"I got it out," I said quietly but in delight.
"GREAT. Thanks! Now, let's go scare the living daylights out of Jaime." he exclaimed.
I went to the door. The door wouldn't open (There was a lock on the outside of the door. I know. Makes a lot of sense. Oh well.).
"Thats okay. I will just use my knowledge of karate." he said daringly.
"Why didn't you use it before when she grabbed you?"
"Because my job here is to save you," He replied. I couldn't believe how much he was getting into this. "We have a while to wait."
"In real life, do you know karate?"
"Yeah."
"I always wanted to learn karate."
I didn't just say this to try to get together again with him. I truly did want to learn karate.

FORTH AND FINAL PART IS A THRILLER!!!! DON'T MISS IT!

Marzena
http://rfreeyellow.com/members4/cumulonimbus/W.htm
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Sat Feb 20 12:00:30 Mexico Standard Time 1999

We talked a little about our interests and about tie up games. We decided that he would pretend to knock her out and he would get to tie her up. He was eager to tie someone up. He told me to get out as soon as possible. I think that he really wanted to try it himself.
Then we heard footsteps. Jason got into position. So did I. We heard Jaime slowly unlock the door. She probably thought we were still tied up and trying to squirm our way out. Boy did we have her fooled! As soon as she walked in, Jason did a move to this day I cannot name and Jaime got the idea instantly. She dropped to the ground, but then walked to the chair so Jason didn't have to drag her. She was big boned, and weighed quite a bit, even though she didn't look big. DON'T TELL HER I SAID THAT THOUGH! SHE'LL HAVE A FIT! Anyway, he told me to leave the room. I did. He tied her up. He did quite well, although he didn't tie her up many places.
After, he asked her if she could get out of the ropes easily. She said no, only to flatter him though, I bet. The next job he did was on me, and it wasn't that great. But then again, maybe this is where his crush on me started to come into play. HINT HINT! But that is another story for another day. BYE FOR NOW!

Oh, yeah. Here you go, Mason. You finally have my story. You write great stories. Now I will turn the keyboard to you! I am waiting!!!

I would like to invite you all to come to my new site for clean bondage in a few weeks. This will be a good way to learn a new language. I will be making a site in Spanish, then translate the stories in English. I will post the address up with my next posting! AU REVOIR! LIGOTAGE EST CHOUETTE!!!!!!!!

Marzena
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Sat Feb 20 14:03:19 Mexico Standard Time 1999

I decided to do one more post up. It is two o'clock in the morning, but oh well. I couldn't sleep at all.
I don't know what I will put down. I know! How about I translate one of the stories from the french forum to here so everyone can enjoy it. I am sure the writer won't mind at all. Maybe it will make me tired so I can sleep.
This is from someone named Mathieu (Matthew).

During my childhood and adolescence, I have passed all my summers, ends of the week, and weekends of the remainder of the year at my parents' cottage on the shore of a lake in Laurentides (A popular city for holidays in Quebec)
There, I made many friends of my age, mostly girls, with whom I would pass the time most of my days there. During the summer, we had the lake to amuse us. In the winter, we went skiing together at the nearest mountain, where we had season passes.
The excitement, memories, and souvenirs of my adolescence were the times I was held prisoner by Sophie, Nadine, and Isabelle, three pretty girls...

Marzena
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Sun Feb 21 10:36:24 EST 1999

To Charlie--

No, I am not attacking anyone. I am just expressing an opinion. There is nothing wrong with any of the posts here. For me, being tied up has always been erotic for me from the time I was five years old. That was my point. I never thought about power exchange at that age. But I also would never have considered tying my mother up. The thought never crossed my mind. I know there are others who feel as I do on this topic, but they have not yet expressed it in this forum, but I have chatted with them online about it.

I enjoy all of the stories in this forum. Geez...can't a guy express an opinion here without someone thinking that I am attacking someone? Guess I need to be gagged! Oh no! No! Mmmpfhfhf! MMMMMM!

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

>

I understand you were speaking your opinion Keith, but the above comment is why some people believed you were attacking their opinion.

WHSRocket

Sun Feb 21 16:51:02 EST 1999

"but tying up your own mother? Ew!"

That would be the comment I was referencing to earlier. For some reason it was not posted...

WHSRocket

Mon Feb 22 21:17:57 Pacific Standard Time 1999

I find the stories about adults being tied up
by kids wonderful. When I was young, I challenged
my mother to tie me up so I could not escape. It
was one of the best memories about an exciting
45 minutes of struggling I can remember. I would
have loved seeing my mother all tied up and
gagged in her white blouse, black skirt and
black patent leather high heels!

MickO
stllcom@ix.netcom.com

Wed Feb 24 10:21:44 1999

he mickO i would love to hear some of yur stories about your mom all tied up!

conspirator
mib0503@hotmail.com

Tue Feb 23 23:01:12 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1999

Hey MickO, I would like to hear about how *you* got tied up. How old were you at the time? And all the other details too (like how were you tied, etc). Could you tell all?

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net

Wed Feb 24 00:33:53 GMT-0600 (Central Standard Time) 1999

Those of you who are regular visitors to this site will remember a related story September. It had been about 3 months since I had tied up my friends' mom, Sharon. I had gone over to see if my friends were home, and when I walked into their kitchen, Sharon was sitting with one of her older neighbors, Teresa. Sharon said the kids were gone with their dad. I noticed that when I came into the kitchen, Teresa's face had turned red, while Sharon met me with the same broad smile I was used to. I was about to leave when she said, "Guess what Marshall? I was just talking about you to Teresa. At this, her neighbor blushed again. Teresa was about 5'5", with black hair that had this one lock of grey that stayed to one side of her face. She had a medium complexion and had curves in all the right places.
Sharon was a tall, thin redhead who was absolutely gorgeous. I thought of both of them as grownups, but today realize that Sharon had to have been about 25, while Teresa was about 40.
"Why was you talking about me?" I asked. "About how you helped me get ready to play a game a few months ago." Sharon laughed. Teresa still hadn't said anything, but she was smiling now. "What are you doing this evening, Marshall?" she asked. "Nothing" I replied, wondering if I was going to be lucky again.
So when 5pm rolled around, I was knocking on Teresa's door. She opened it quickly and invited me in. Teresa was divorced, so I didn't think there would be anyone else there, and there wasn't. "Come this way," she instructed, and I tagged along into her bedroom. "Sharon said you can keep a secret pretty good. Is that true?" I nodded yes. "It must be, or else everyone in town would know about it by now," she said. "Tell you what, Marshall. If you will help me tonight, I'll give you 5 dollars. Deal?" Well, in 1973 5 dollars was a lot of money to a kid from the poor side of town. "Yes ma'am !" I replied.
--continued--

Marshall
rowlenthunder@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 24 00:41:49 GMT-0600 (Central Standard Time) 1999

--continued--
She asked me to wait while she changed clothes, and went into the restroom. Strangely enough, she hadn't said exactly what I was supposed to do. I though I knew, because the only game I had helped Sharon with was to tie her up just before her husband got home so she could surprise him with a 'game' they played. We had done this twice before, and I wasn't about to miss a chance to tie up a pretty lady.
When Teresa came back to the bedroom, she was wearing a very nice blue pullover sweater and a black plaid skirt that reached just above her knees. She was also wearing black tights and heels. She really looked nice. "OK, you ready?" she asked. "Well, this is what I need you to do. I was you to tie me up really tight, where I can't get loose. Can you do that?" I nodded yes, of course. "Good. When you are through, you'll find your money on the living room table. When you leave, I want you to go tell Sharon that you are done here, alright?" I said "yes ma'am." (We southern children were raised to be polite…even if the nice lady doesn't want to be tied up!)
It was all I could do to keep from grinning. This was great!

Wed Feb 24 00:45:31 GMT-0600 (Central Standard Time) 1999

--cont-

Teresa got a suitcase out of her closet and put it on a chair. Inside was an assortment of a 3/8" rope. She then said it was time to get started, and turned around and crossed her wrists. I got a piece of rope and bound her hands tightly, and then did the same with her elbows. "Gee, you're thorough!" she murmured. With more rope, I tied her arms to her body, going over and under her breasts. Teresa indicated she wanted to be on the bed, so when she sat down, I tied her knees together, and then took care of her ankles. I went to look in the suitcase for something to gag her with, but couldn't find anything. "What are you looking for?" she asked, and when I told her she raised her eyebrows. "You might find something in the linen close."
Well, there wasn't much in the linen closet, but I noticed some macramé beads in her kitchen. I picked out a two inch round ball and ran back to Teresa. "Can I use this?" She looked at the ball and said she didn't know if it would fit. I assured her it would, and after threading a piece of rope through the hole, tied it in place. I was almost finished, and helped Teresa lied down on the middle part of her bed. Using a last piece of rope, I tied her wrists to her knees, then used the same piece to bring her ankles to her hands. At this point, she wasn't going anywhere. I asked if she was ok, and she nodded. I told her I wouldn't forget to tell Sharon, and stopped in the living room to pick up my money.

to be continued..

Thu Feb 25 20:44:11 PST 1999

MY MOM'S SECOND TIE UP
PART 2

My Mom and Emma started struggling. Watching them was interesting in seeing their contrasting styles of testing their bonds. Mom was very deliberate, feeling the bindings slowly, testing them, and trying to find a weak spot. She made no noises beneath her cleave gag.
Emma, on the other hand, twisted melodramatically in her ropes and mmphed loudly through her gag, probably distracting Mom from her patient feeling out of the ropes.
Looking back I realize the styles reflected their different reasons for playing this unusual game with their kids.
I think my mom liked the physical challenge of trying to escape. She participated in track and field and swimming in college and was always into exercise. (She still is..last time Mom visited Jennifer and I all 3 of us went for a run. Mom is in her early fifties and we are both 32 but she kept pace with us every step of the two mile jog), was always competitive when she played with us—she cut us kids no slack in Monopoly or Risk- and I think she considered her being tied up as a kind of athletic challenge involving a great deal of dexterity and coordination.
Emma, on the other hand ,I think enjoyed the Damsel in Distress (Mom in Distress?) aspects of it. Emma had done a lot of theater in college and I think saw the game a little as performance art. —Although she had also become quite adept at escaping. Whenever she was tied up she hammed it up a little—especially if there were little kids involved. (This is why Sean and I ignored her mmphing. Sean could tell between his mom’s acting and when she really wanted to say something.) Her performance on this occasion was one of her more restrained ones.

dudalb

Thu Feb 25 20:47:03 PST 1999

After about a minute had passed the door opened and my kid sister Chris came in. She took one look, remembered the earlier escape and said “Are mom and Emma supposed to get loose” We nodded. Chris said “Cool!” and sat down on a chair to watch the fun.
After about five minutes Emma settled down and Mom could test her bonds in peace. After ten minutes Mom gave a disgusted sounding mmmph. I asked if she was OK and she nodded. Later she said this is when she gave up trying to find a weak or loose spot. The escape would have to be done the hard way
Mom twisted her head toward Emma and mmphed loudly. Emma twisted back and mmmphed in reply.
Then mom mmphed once, mmmphed again and then a third time. But at the third time she lifted her bound legs up off the couch (remember, my Mom and Emma were tied back to back seated on the couch with their legs tied in front of them) and put them down again. Emma watched. Mom did the same thing again-mmphed 3 times and on the third lifted her legs. Emma then mmphed loudly in reply and then did the same sequence of mmphs and leg lifting herself. Mom mmphed nodded her head and then gave a long mmmph, a second long mmmph, and then a third mmmph. On the third mmphh both moms scooted to the edge of the couch. And twisted their legs so that their feet were now resting on the floor, though there were still seated on the couch. Mom then gave another long mmphh, a second long mmphh,and then a third long mmmph. On the third mmmph both moms struggled to their feet. They were now standing up; still tied back to back but off the couch.
Sean and I were surprised. We really though our moms were immobile.Now we were not so sure the victory was in the bag.

dudalb

Fri Feb 26 08:36:29 PST 1999

Mom then mmphed loudly to get Emma’s attention, and made a small shuffle forward. Emma caught on and shuffled also. Now mom tried a hop in place. Emma caught on and mmphed in response. Now Mom mmphed and the both hopped in unison They went forward. I knew mom was aiming toward the kitchen where scissors could be found. The sacrifice of an ace bandage and a cheap scarf would be a small price for a win.
It took them about ten minutes to hop to the kitchen. Forget what you see on TV when a captured heroine takes huge hops across the floor, (a la Cameron Diaz in Head above Water), in reality you take small hops, not much more then steps. Our Moms were taking it slow in small hops.. Sean and I walked beside them to to.catch them if they fell. They stopped a few times to rest. But finally they reached the destination. Mom and Emma, once in the kitchen, inched there way to a drawer with My Mom in the lead. My mom had a hard time opening the door because of the ropes securing her wrists to the small of her back. It took some stretching and twisting before she finally opened the drawer and got a pair of scissors. Once she got the scissors she began to cut away the Ace Bandage and the scarf covering her bound hands. It took a few minutes but at last the scarf and the bandage came off. Now Mom used her fingers to get rid of the rest of the Ace Bandage around Emma’s hands and the scissors to cut away the scarf around Emma’s wrists. Now, they could work at each other’s wrists. Mom put the scissors back on the counter. She did not want to risk cutting Emma’s hand with the scissors; the ropes were too snug against Emma’s skin. Emma and my mom began the task of untying each other’s hands.
I checked the watch. About 30 minutes left. We might still win. Our moms could eventually free themselves but maybe not within the contest’s limit. It was beat the clock time for our moms.

dudalb

Fri Feb 26 08:38:21 PST 1999

Emma and my Mom worked on the ropes on each other’s wrists.and after a few minutes the ropes dropped off Emma’s hands.About a minute later my mom’s hands were untied.
My Mom and Emma then began the task of untying themselves from the several other coils of rope with which we had tied their upper bodies. First of all they slipped out of the ropes tying their hands to the small of their backs. With their wrist free this was easy. They were able to slip their lower arms out of the rope with which Steffi had tied them together slightly above the waist but Steffi had done a much better job on the ropes tying their upper bodies together just below the bustline; They could not slip out of those. Instead they bent their lower arms so they could work on the ropes tying them together at the elbows. If was kind of funny to watch them—or would have been if they had not been winning the challenge. After about five
Minutes of pair of elbows was free, and in another minute both pairs. My mom was then able to stretch her arms and work on the knots of the rope securing their upper bodies together.That soon came off and now they could move separately. Mom bent down and untied her knees and ankles. Emma did the same. Mom and Emma finally ungagged themselves and Emma shouted almost like another kid would “We Won!” I looked at my watch. Mom had bettered her time from her previous escape attempt. Back then she had ungagged herself as the clock ran out. Now she had over five minutes left on the clock. Another Defeat for Sean, and a first defeat for me.

dudalb

Fri Feb 26 08:40:14 PST 1999

“Hey Kids,” Mom said, “Face it. We Moms always win in the end!”
Sean and I had to agree. My mom had proven adept at escaping twice now. Emma has also acquitted herself well. To this day I don’t understand how Mom and Emma were able to coordinate their movements despite being tightly gagged and without intelligible speech. Some strange from of psychic communication phenomenon shared only by moms held captive by their kids? Perhaps Muldur and Scully should investigate...
Thinking it over I decided that next time Mom would have to solo without benefit of a partner. But it would be about ten months before the next opportunity came. And I had other things on my agenda first. Steffi’s mom being among them. But the next tale I will tell will be the Great St. Patrick’s’ Day Abduction.
One guess when it will be posted. ....Till then keep the new stories coming in to Canucks’!

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Fri Feb 26 16:54:24 Arabian Standard Time 1999

It was the start of our mid term break and four of my friends and I had decided to travel up into the mountains to spend the week end. There two boys (including myself) and three girls. We were all the same age. I was going up with my girlfriend Jennifer, a beautiful girl with short brown hair, usually tied back, dark brown eyes and well tanned skin. Also going was my best friend Jamey, he had short blonde hair and blue eyes, strong athletic arms and legs, much as I did. His girlfriend was Nicole, she had long blonde hair commolnly left alone, and only a slight tan. The other girl was Karen, she had long brown hair and eyes and a dark tan. On the day we were leaving we all met at he start of the trail leading up into the mountains, we said goodbye to our parents and then we set off. I was wearing a blue soccer teeshirt and a white pair of shorts, on my feet I wore a pair of trainers over a white pair of socks. Jamey wore the same, Jenny dressed in a a white tight teeshirt and a black pair of shorts, she wore her traine5rs over her barefoot, Nicole wore a light blue teeshirt and cutoff jeans, Karen wore a dark blue sleeveless top and bycicle shortsb all the girls wore the same thing on their feet, why I don't know because they soon took off their shoes. The journey was rather eay and soon we reached a stream, we stopped for lunch and the girls bathed their feet in the stream. I stayed with Jamey and prepared the lunch of Tuna sandwiches, the he told me his plan, 'We'll wait until we've arrived and then kidnap Jenny and Karen, I've discussed it with Nicole and she agrees, I've brought the rope. So, are you game?' I agreed but my mind began to work. We had played similar games before and eventually the captives got bored and rebelled, when they did I would switch sides. After lunch we set off. On the way up Jamey and Nicole explained the plan to me.

kieren
kman1@emirates.net.ae

Fri Feb 26 17:12:21 Arabian Standard Time 1999

Part 2:

We eventually reached the log cabin in which we'd be staying. It was large and had several rooms, each with wonderful views. We placed our backpacks in the rooms and then my co-conspirators and I got ready. We couldn't believe our luck, they were too buisy talking to care about what we were doing. Me and Jamey then Pounced, I grabbed Jennifer and wrestled her to the ground, and Jamey then grabbed Karen. We pulled them onto two chairs and then began tyeing them up. Our knots were pretty impresive and the two struggled in vain to break free, but it was no use. Nicole then picked up Karen's left foot and then started to tickle it. She Shreiked and then began kicking. What happened next I didn't expect. Jamey grabbed Nicole and wrestled her onto a chair and then tied her up, she was very angry and kicked and screamed but eventually she calmed down. They were a pretty sight, all three of them.

Kieren
kman1@emirates.net.ae

Sat Feb 27 18:11:36 Arabian Standard Time 1999

Part 3

All three of the girls were tied the same, their ankles were tied in a criss-cross manner, their legs were tied just below the knees, their wrists were tied firmly behind their backs and then again to their waists. Their arms were tied just below the elbow, tieing them to their bodies just below their breasts. Indeed they could do liitle except squirm and argue. Jamey and I even had a light snack whilst we waited for them to release themselves. But soon the game got boring and we decided to torture them, I went over to Jenny and began to tickle her feet, Jamey did this to Karen, I sat next to Jenny on the large couch on which she sat and pulled her feet up to me. She gave me a look saying I shouldn't dare. But it was no use. Whilst Jamey exchanged his victims I tortured Jenney until she was ready to scream, after that I released her and the others, much to their satisfaction. The rest of the week end was spent sun bathing so we done no more tie-up games, they for some reason didn't attempt to retaliate against us, why I don't know.

Kieren
kman1@emirates.com

Fri Feb 26 14:41:27 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Before I start my next post, I'd like to say hi to Marzena. You mentioned that your story took place when you were in 8th & 9th grade. It might not be any of my business but how long ago was that. My story's happened approximately 25 years ago.

Anyway, after Dianne and I split up, I was pretty lonely during the days, as I no longer could hang out over at her place. With only one week to go before school started I basically moped around the house during the day, and headed over to Willie's at night.

One morning my mother asked me if I wanted to go buy myself some new clothes for school. She said that we could go to the local mall and I could pick out some shirts and a pair of jeans and then we could go out for lunch together.

I was interested in the shopping thing, but I was still a kid in my late teens, so the last thing I wanted to do was be seen in public with Mom. I told her that after we went shopping, I'd prefer to just hang out there and maybe I'd run into somebody that I knew.

Villan

Fri Feb 26 14:55:38 Eastern Standard Time 1999

She actually thought that this was a great idea. We could shop together, and then she could have the afternoon to herself and I would actually look for something to do. It was great for me also, as I could get some new clothes, then send them home with Mom.

After we shopped, Mom left me to wander the halls of the mall. I went into the major department store and started checking out the sporting goods, when I noticed Marlene over in the ladies wear department. I had totally forgot that she worked there, and I became really nervous. I didn't know whether or not I should go and talk to her, because I was embarrassed on being jilted.

I deliberated for a while and decided to pretend not to see her, and then hope she notices me. I waited until she wasn't busy, then slowly walked by her department. Within seconds she called out to me, and I turned and acted surprised to see her. She ran up to me, gave me a hug and told me how she had missed having me around.

We exchanged pleasantries, and she invited me for a coffee during her break. At the snack bar she told me that there was a small get together at Kim's that night. A friend of Cathy's boyfriend was getting married on the weekend, and the guy's were going out on the town. The three girls were getting some wine and would just sit around the house. She invited me, saying that they were all wondering what I'd been up to and she knew I'd be welcome. I knew it would be much more fun than another night at Willie's, so I graciously accepted.

Villan

Fri Feb 26 15:05:33 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I arrived by bus about 7:30 that night, and Kim welcomed me at the door. She told me that Marlene had just phoned and said that I would be coming and that she was tied up at work and wouldn't be there for an hour or so. Kim invited me in, and I joined her and Cathy in the living room.

Cathy seemed a might drunk. She asked me if I intended on staying the night or not. When I looked a little surprised, she continued to say that Marlene definitely had designs on me. She told me that Marlene had always referred to me as "the horny teenager". She laughed as my face started to turn red.

I tried to change the conversation, but Cathy kept teasing me as Kim kept feeding her with information about my relationship with Dianne. I was really happy when Marlene finally showed up. She quickly explained why she was late and flopped herself down beside me on the couch.

After Kim had had a few glasses of wine, she told Marlene that I almost jumped out of my pants when I was told that she was tied up at work. This gave them a good laugh on my behalf, but I guess being the youngest person by about 4years and the only guy, I should have expected it. Again I tried to change the conversation but the girls wouldn't let me. They kept the jokes up, and even though I was trying to get them to stop, I loved every second.

Fri Feb 26 15:07:24 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Finally, Marlene gave me the mental picture of the day, when she told the girls they had better be careful on what they said to me, because I might gag them and tie them up.

Cathy was laughing as she told us all that her boyfriend had some rope in the truck. She went on saying that they could take turns having me tie them up. They all joked about a contest on who could turn me on the most. I kept rolling my eyes as I listened to the kidding. Cathy and Kim really got into it. They were asking me questions about what I'd do to them, would I let them go and other stupid jokes like that. The three of them laughed pretty hard, when Marlene just stopped and said that we should actually do it.

The other two girls looked at each other and Kim said in an inquisitive voice that it might be fun. She then asked Cathy what kind of rope she had. Cathy had no idea what it was called, and said that it was white. I laughed to myself as she said that she'd be right back with it.

I kept waiting for them to come up with a big joke, but as soon as Cathy left, Marlene and Kim started pulling out hand towels and scarves. They were also discussing who should go first, and I heard Kim say that a guy never tied her up before. I listened to her go on about how much fun it was going to be trying to get loose especially with me gawking at her.

Fri Feb 26 15:08:44 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I could hear them change to a whisper and just as I tried to listen in, Cathy walked in the door holding a spool of white nylon rope. "He had a lot more than I thought" she said with a smirk. She continued to say that there was enough for all of them.

Somehow I expected them to change this into a big joke, but Marlene asked me if I would untie them if they couldn't free themselves. I said I would and then asked them how they would like me to tie them. Marlene just told me to tie them the way I always did to Dianne.

Kim was the first to volunteer. Of the three of them, she was by far the least attractive, but there was definitely something about her that warmed my blood. She stood about 5'2", blue eyes and had long blonde hair. She wasn't fat by any means, but she was chunky, especially in the right places. She held her hands out to me and told me that she was now my prisoner.

I asked Cathy if I was aloud to cut pieces off the rope, and was told that I had to, so I could use it on all of them. I pulled off about ten feet and asked Marlene to find me some scissors. She quickly came back with a large pair and handed them to me. I cut the rope, then pulled Kim's arms behind her. She commented sarcastically that I was really strong and forceful as I started to wind the rope around her wrists.

Villan

Fri Feb 26 15:09:45 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I used the full ten feet on her wrists, then unwound another long piece and cut it off. I asked Kim where she wanted me to finish tying her up, and she laughed, then explained in a joking sort of way that if I was kidnapping her, I wouldn't be asking those types of questions. She then commented on how tight her bonds were, as she attempted to move her arms around, forcing out her large breasts.

I was really getting nervous, and I was trying to decide where I'd like to tie her when Cathy blurted out that I should gag her first. Marlene agreed, then asked me if she could do it.

I don't know what came over me because I was also so shy about this, but I told Marlene that Kim was my prisoner and I was going to tie her my way. Kim started chuckling as I wound up a thick white hand towel. I told her to open up and say aahh. As soon as she did, I tied it tightly around her head forcing her mouth wide open.

Villan

Fri Feb 26 15:10:34 Eastern Standard Time 1999

She looked good, real good as she was attempting to say something, but her thick cleave gag allowed minimal sounds. Kim's face was on the chubby side, so the gag really looked tight as her cheeks puffed out over the cloth. I pushed her onto the couch and forced her to lie down, then tied her ankles tightly together. She really was struggling and mmmphing really nice, as she kept forcing out her massive breasts and shaking her large butt nice and slowly.

The other two girls had been making wisecracks and stupid comments, but became real quite when I finished tying Kim up. I had even given her a playful slap on her butt, saying, "that should hold you". Kim responded to that with a muffled squeal, a quick squirm and a dirty look.

I grabbed the coil of rope and pulled another good length, and told Cathy that she was next. She looked at Marlene and gave her a quick nervous smile. I tied her wrists behind her back and gagged her the same way I did to Kim.

Villan

Fri Feb 26 15:11:41 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Cathy was built much like Marlene. She wasn't quite as tall, but she was also into jazz dancing, so everything was real firm. She also had a large porportion of breasts, much larger than Marlene's, but smaller than Kim's. She had shoulder length brown wavy hair, brown eyes and rich full lips. She also tested the ropes holding her wrists and the cleave gag that silenced her.

I grabbed her arms and helped her sit on the floor. I then sat down on top of her legs forcing them together, then tied her ankles with the coil of rope before cutting the piece off. As I stood up, I couldn't help but watch her struggle. I asked her if she was okay, and she nodded yes.

As I was tying up Marlene, Kim was able to get off the couch and lay down on the floor. Marlene commented that the three of them could roll around together. As I was about to gag her, she asked me to kiss her, which I quickly obliged. She whispered to me that as long as I didn't keep her tied up all night, I was going to be one lucky fellow. She then told me to gag her.

I left all three girls rolling around on the living room floor. All three had their hands tied behind them, their ankles tied together and their mouths gagged. Kim seemed to be trying hardest to get loose. She knew I liked it when she struggled and she was showing off for me.

Villan

Fri Feb 26 15:13:12 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I watched them squirm and mmff for about 40 minutes, teasing them every so often about undoing them or rubbing their noses and making them itchy, before I finally untied them. All three seemed really excited about the experience. Cathy talked about it all evening, mentioning that it was fun, and Kim actually told me that she needed some practice so next time she'd be able to get out of it.

Marlene spent most of the evening sitting on my knee every chance she got, making references to me being much younger than her and so much less experienced in everything. Eventually we started kissing, and ended up doing something that isn't to be discussed on this forum.

Anyhow, that was an awesome experience. One of the girls and I got together one more time after that for some good old fashioned bondage fun. Which one of them you ask. Tune in next time and find out.

Villan

Fri Feb 26 13:22:25 CST 1999

ATTENTION VILLAN:
I like your stories -- but I will probably not be following this website regularly (because it's contents seem to be shifting more and more toward the theme of BOYS/MALES tied up, and I have no interest in that).
So I would like to hear from you by E-MAIL (AhpaAL@aol.com)if want to discuss exchanging stories and ideas re the GIRLS as the captives in tie-up games.

Al
AhpaAL@aol.com

Fri Feb 26 14:31:09 1999

I have been absent for a long time. In fact, after the kindly replies to my last post in December, I didn't return until a few days ago. But I am caught up on all of the stories now. I am glad we have so many new contributers, and congratulations to Canuck on the 1 year anniversery on the page.
The reason I am posting though, is to say hello to someone whose name sounds an awful lot like mine. Kieren, I enjoyed your story, but there is the possibility that people might confuse us. I admit that Kiaren is NOT my real name, but a name I chose both as a suitible nom de plume and out of respect for my proud Irish ancestory. If Kieren IS YOUR name however, I cede defeat and will change mine in future posts. Please get back to me. Merci, and keep up the good work.

Kiaren

Fri Feb 26 20:11:14 PST 1999

Excuse Me, Alpha AL, but if there has been any trend towards boys being tied up I have not noticed it. THere have been a number of stories aobut both boys and girls being tied up at the same time but that happens a lot in childhood teenage games.
The title clearly says Childhood/Teenage tie up games.I think you are shopping in a store when you visit here that does not have the merchandise you are looking for. If your are so offended as you seem to be by the mere thought of a boy getting tied up just don't visit here. That is a srong part of Childhood/teenage games and will always be a feature of this page.
I am glad the page was archeived. I've got a feeling it was near the limit of space and that is why Part of my post last night was lost...
i will be in the chatroom at Bob's page at Ten O clock Pm GMT, Two o Clock PST Saturday.Hope to see you there!
Doug, a lot of us are waiting for you to show up there!

dudalb

Sat Feb 27 15:10:40 1999

Do you need any special additions to your computer like JAVA or anything like that if you want to get in on these meetings you guys are having. And where are you having these meetings anyways? Sorry, but I'm new here

NoNameNeeded

Sun Feb 28 02:53:42 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

NoNameNeeded: Look at the link at the bottom of this post. That will take you to Bob's site, which has the chat room where everybody (except me!) has been meeting these past few months. Dudalb has stated in a recent post that you can access the chat room better with the Explorer browser.
Dudalb: Yep, I would LOVE to attend one of these chats sometime. But do you guys only meet on Saturday?
BTW: Dudalb and Kieren, great stories! Dudalb, your mom sounds like she was a good sport. And thanks WHSRocket, for your kind words about my posts. I appreciate them, as always.
Doug

Doug
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Bob/www857
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Mon Mar 01 02:46:01 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

A note to Doug, and all others interested!

The chats usually take place on Thursdays and Saturdays, beginning at GMT 10.00pm. That would be Eastern Standard Time 05.00pm for the States.

The chats can go on for hours as people from different timezones come in at different times.
I am in Sweden, but I usually find my way to the chat room around GMT 02.00am in the mornings, due to my working hours. At that time I usually meet people from the USA and Canada.

Other days that are fairly good for chatting are Fridays, but do try any day.

A note to Marshall. Don't feel you are interrupting anything when coming in. I did not want to scare you off last time we met briefly.

Anote to Hooch. Nice meeting you, sorry I got disconnected in the middle of the movie quiz!
Hope we meet again.

For those who want to contact me, I have posted my NEW e-mail adress below.

Keep the good stories coming!

PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Tue Mar 02 18:37:04 Arabian Standard Time 1999

to Kiaren

My name is not really Kieren, but too I chose it as a mark of respect to my Scottish ancestors, therefore I'll change my name. I'll change it to Scott if anybody wants to know.

Kieren

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